From the cold stone slowly warming under my handI looked up to the old treesAnd they told me

That you've found a name you likedAnd that lives onIn a great story that humans still tellA hero's tale about a fate to fulfillA beautiful tale

They told me, how you've smiled when you held your first childAnd married your beautiful wifeThey told me you were loved and that you loved the world backSunlight seemed to like you,Springtimebirds followed you everywhere

That the light of your eyes didn't break when your hair greyedAnd your arm's strength did fall apartThat you were still writing songs, sitting here under the treesPlaying for them

They told me, your voice was full of a memory forgotten by your headThat maybe my name didn't live on in this taleBut that you needed me to write this beautiful taleThis beautiful tale